Five in the morning, walking along the Alaskan pier to meet my captain for the day. The cold temperature made my lips numb and my hands shiver. It was the complete opposite of what it was like in my hometown, California. California is known for its warm and stable...
Branches of brawn Leaves of lust Soft skin on softer moss Growing limbs Reaching higher A playground for the mind Then green turns gray And to the cradle they return Once saplings, only ash
Upon first entrance, one may be slightly overwhelmed with the heavy aroma of crushed coffee beans and hints of vanilla and mocha dampening the warm air. The soft yellow glow descending from the ceiling lights offer little illumination for students who settle...
I’m sure you’ve read the headline a million times before: How technology will be a detriment to society. It also happens to be an English teacher's favorite essay topic for students. We all read it on a computer or phone, exit out the tab and carry on with the world...
Lonely halls, mundane walls, I see you every day. Bump in passing, no true asking; Never much to say Same is said of You and me; Two functions that coexist, But never stray that time of day Or venture from the flock Quick "hi" in passing, no true asking...
The thunderous whirring of a thousand metals Clacking into a chunky fluid sphere Giant abominations of crusted shards emanating a dusky glow Jagged eyes glare, squinting Close her eyes — Look down — a tire burn burned millimeters from her open-toed flip flops lashes...
I sit in the quiet library and listen To the tepid ticking of the large grandfather clock And the gentle scratches of pencil meeting paper. A familiar tune drifts through the room and I hum along. Dropping my pencil, I lean back in my chair, and a sudden wind...
You tell me to be myself, Yet you try to fix my every flaw. You tell me not to do anything bad, Yet I see you breaking your own law. You tell me to change the world, Yet you do nothing yourself. You tell me to use my skills for good, Yet your talents lie on a...
Tania With nothing but a couple of belongings in her hand, a cerulean color diary, and her favorite stuffed animal, a pink and white-colored giraffe that her grandmother gave her a few years ago, 10-year-old Tania boards a plane with her mother, father, and...
Spilling out from every crevice of society Dark red tendrils choking the necks of the Black and the Brown, Of the Indigenous, of the Latinx, of the folx who are Transgender And I’m screaming, my voice hoarse and until the white fist renders Me useless ...
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